Painful Goodbyes

A Father grieves over his child that was murdered by Americans on the 8th of June 2024.

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When negotiations on the Shalit deal faltered, Commander Ahmed al-Jaabari said, “I swear to God that I will bury Shalit and bring 10 others in his place.”

Al- Qassam Brigades have always proven that they do not lack means, even if all doors are closed in their face.

The occupation is deluded when it thinks that it is able to change the equation by liberating four prisoners

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🔺What a sick man!!!!

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❗️ Apache helicopters fire east of Bureij refugee camp in the central Gaza Strip.

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قُلْ هَلْ تَرَبَّصُونَ بِنَآ إِلَّآ إِحْدَى ٱلْحُسْنَيَيْنِ ۖ وَنَحْنُ نَتَرَبَّصُ بِكُمْ أَن يُصِيبَكُمُ ٱللَّهُ بِعَذَابٍۢ مِّنْ عِندِهِۦٓ أَوْ بِأَيْدِينَا ۖ فَتَرَبَّصُوٓا۟ إِنَّا مَعَكُم مُّتَرَبِّصُونَ ٥٢

Say, “Are you awaiting anything to befall us except one of the two best things: [victory or martyrdom]?

But We are awaiting Allah to afflict you with torment either from Him or at our hands. So keep waiting! We too are waiting with you.” (9:52)

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Renewed air strikes on the city of Rafah with the return of clashes between the Palestinian resistance and the occupation army in the north of the city.

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❗️ 4 martyrs, including a girl, and 7 wounded, including children, in an Israeli bombing that targeted a house belonging to Ziad Kassab in the Al-Daraj neighborhood, next to the Al-Daraj Clinic in central Gaza City.

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“They are Our Children”

A beautiful article about Jabalia written by Yousef Fares

Translated by: jinsjiddies on X

Our sense of accomplishment and heroism was shamefully shattered when we saw Umm Mahmoud sneaking ahead of us to the last lines of fire in the Fallujah neighborhood, from which Israeli vehicles were still camped only tens of meters away, amidst the empty and desolate streets where only the sounds of nearby explosions with various warplanes and drones could be heard as she walked on the ground, the needy woman whose face shared the alleys of the camp; wrinkles over sixty years old:

- "Where are you going, Hajjah?" I asked.

- "Go away, son, so they don't bomb us together. I want to get food to the guys and come back.”

The camp lady said as she crossed the destroyed alleys with the vigor of a man who had not yet knocked on the door of forty years of age. In Fallujah, you will feel that the streets are not empty even if they seem so, you will see many signs that they are here (the fighters), weapons covered with rubble and stones, cold water bottles, remnants of dates and halawa, then an explosion followed by a shout that echoes throughout the streets of the camp: "Allahu Akbar!!” The last echo was our last promise to stay in the dangerous area, as the fighter jets will have a tour here soon, they will blow up more houses in an attempt to silence the shouts of victory, and we had to jump out, with agility like that which God gave the gazelles when fleeing from their predator.

This is how the "not-so-honorable" scene looked: two young men (Yousef and his friend) fleeing for their safety, and Hajja continuing to advance to deliver hot bread and cold water to a group of resistance fighters whom she decided to include in her small family and play a motherly role towards, even at the cost of her body shrapnel getting distributed among the twelve "blocks" of the camp.

People in Jabalia camp know the resistance fighters well, memorize the names of hundreds of them, and whisper tales of their heroism. This is the first battle since the beginning of the war that openly witnessed this level of emotional and moral interaction between the resistance fighters and their incubator (the people), and we are mischaracterizing reality when we create any separation between the resistance fighters and the people, the human mass here; fathers, mothers, grandfathers and grandmothers, is what has continued to supply the resistance throughout decades, with this qualitative and quantitative surplus of fighters, and it is also the one tasked with reloading and recharging the militant reservoir during and after this war.

In the camp, people talk a lot about their children (the fighters), about scenes in which young men mock death, about one of them loading a mortar with one hand after the other was hit, about a second drinking a sip of coffee between shells, and about a third competing with his companion in wrestling the Merkava tank. About Moatasem Shehadeh and his friend Mus'ab, when the former fell near him as a martyr, his friend picked up his weapon and continued the clash, and Weam Hajjaj, Hadifa al-Arabid and Diaa Falafel, these boys, whose childhoods were shaped by the second intifada in 2000, are our boys.

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💔 Sheikh Khaled Nabhan, known as “Soul of my Soul,” laments over the insane bombing by the American - Israeli coalition on innocent market goers at the Nuseirat camp.

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